by
Rev. S.R. E
© 2001
Jumbled voices in the darkness
In the chill of growing night
Some so sad, in terror weeping
Some with words of heavens delight.
Conversations in the graveyards
All around this planet earth
Most are talking of the darkness
But some do speak of Life and Birth.
I listened close to one stone talking
Of the man that it did mark
O woe is me, the stone said trembling
Below me lies but death so dark.
One row over I heard another
Compared to others so strange it seemed
For this stones tale was very different,
“Below me is Life, by Christ Redeemed!”
Weeping, crying, though some praising
If these stones could speak today,
Tell me friend, if this could happen
What someday would Your Stone Say?
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